"Such a dilapidated place..."
Although prepared mentally, when strolling on the streets and surveying the surroundings, Caramel Snail couldn't help but complain about everything in sight.
The sunset was fading, Ziluo sun sinking low.
The weather was like a sewer, exuding a gloomy dampness and cold, the damp air mixing with machine oil and a sinister scent, and the asphalt road deteriorating due to lack of maintenance, revealing the grey concrete beneath, with yellow mud footprints and uneven ditches scattered across the ground.
The people's attire also looked very outdated, seemingly due to the materials not being warm enough, everyone was wrapped up tightly, and the women not satisfied with just wrapping headscarves around themselves, wished they could also wrap up their ankles, and men were no exception, each wearing masks.
